Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.